I followed
When you lead;
If you leave
Should I plead,
Will I grovel
On my knees,
Press my hands
In supplication,
Live my life
In degradation?
No.
Should you leave
A floor outline,
I'll dance on it,
Pen a rhyme
To embody you
And your crime.
A tragic love
In pantomime.
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